Scattered in the wind
like a splintered supernova
her memories are
a thousand kaleidoscope pieces of broken glass
shattered and lodged within the celestial soul scape
of her bleeding heart
and where the fabric of being is torn
light bursts through
the darkness
where pain combusts
as falling drops of blood
explode upon the fire
of longing
so long buried
in the emptiness
of dark matter
where shooting stars
are birthed
from suffering
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Something that’s positive, that came out of, the trials and the hardships, of our, lives…
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so so true.. I think we may get broken apart to come back more complete. its what I was trying to express very clumsily here.. 🙂
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Well, you’d expressed it, rather well in this piece.
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Thank you ⚘⚘⚘
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